You reached out a hand
and I grasped, so tightly,
clinging on for dear life.
I never knew I needed this,
until this was something
lost in the wilderness.
A kiss just to say,
I’m here, it’s okay.
I’m not going
to let you fall.
Just believe in me.
And believing had
always been so hard
from behind
my brick walls.
But you reached out,
and held me,
and that meant
more than anything.
The elements of the universe
all converging. To converse with me.
To say. It’s okay.
You will get through this.
Believe in the stardust and rockets.
Believe in the moon,
believe in the fairy song
that sings out of tune.
Most of all believe in you.
You've got this.
And belief had always been so hard
when I’ve always picked the wrong cards.
When I’ve always let my heart
get broken in half.
Instead of handing it to someone
that would accept it...
even if it’s in shards.
But you held out a hand,
and for that I’m blessed.
Because when hurt and fear
make a nest in the cavity
of your chest,
it can feel like gravity
has turned upside down
and you feel
you are flying away
to become lost in space,
just a faded memory,
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